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Thirst

This is the thirst of a weary and withering soul. This is a thirst which stems from a place of void. This is a thirst for the pursuit of something, anything to revive the weakening and dying soul. The pursuit of meaning and inspiration. The pursuit of purposeful living and self actualization. The pursuit of a greater cause which transcends the material and physical. The pursuit of endless possibilities and growth. The pursuit of transformation and adventure. The pursuit of a journey within. This is the thirst, yearning for solace and peace. This is the thirst for an awakening.

Another is the thirst, a physical thirst which tires and slows down the living. This is the thirst which couldn't be quenched as a result of ruthless tyrants and their followers who did not understand compassion and humanity. This is the thirst of the oppressed under the hands of tyranny and cruelty. This is the thirst of a 7 month old who has done no wrong. This is the thirst of a man, this close to reaching the water, only to have his arms severed. This is the thirst of women who stood firm in their unwavering support despite being humiliated and denied of their rights to modesty. This is, the thirst of the man who stood firm in his faith, to stand against that which deviated from the Truth. The man who stood firm to protect and preserve the nation upon which his grandfather built with struggle, sweat, tears and faith. This is the thirst of a man of unyielding faith who willingly gave up his own life to uphold justice. This is the thirst of the man who fiercely braved through the war to be where he ought to be and to be where he was meant to be; with his grandfather and to finally reunite with his Beloved. This is the thirst of the eyes which bore witness to manslaughter and ruthless killings and beheading on the red plains. This is the thirst of the eyes which continue to cry 1400 years on. And this is the thirst of today.

This ought to be the resounding thirst of today. This is the thirst of a revolution. This is the thirst to overthrow oppression and injustice. This is the thirst to uphold goodness and repel evil. This is the thirst to see with the hearts and discern between truth and falsehood. This will continue to be the thirst to revive the humanity. And this will be the thirst to continue as a legacy. This will the thirst to continue until justice prevails.

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